On Wednesday morning the Sheriff was meeting with Guy in the Council Quarters. They had some ground to cover this morning to accomplish a couple of tasks, and the Sheriff needed to inform his cousin of the slight change in plans.
The weather outside was cold and rainy, the wind blowing in through the window was so brisk it blew around some papers on the table. The Sheriff was just rearranging them, setting them under a heavy book when Guy spoke.
"I've a copy of the drawing of the prisoner to take with us to the Busby farm. Will we be departing soon, Cousin?" Guy asked.
"Yes, and no." the Sheriff responded evasively.
"Excuse me?"
"You will be going to meet with Matheus. You're taking Luke with you. I am heading to Rhiannon's manor to speak with James, and her lady servant, Rebeccah. I need to convince her to leave there."
"Alright? Why is that, Cousin? The manor is well guarded, and I doubt Lady Rhiannon would approve of her lady servant abandoning her duties there."
"Because of some significant news I've received from my counsel, Cousin." Nottingham said simply.
"Mortianna. Oh, no. What now, George? May I ask?"
"She's had a couple of recurring visions of fire involving my lady, and she's seen one other woman with her. From the things Mortianna has relayed to me I believe the fire takes place at Rhiannon's manor, and I believe Mortianna described Rebeccah as the other woman present."
"Very well. Right. Let's go together then? We shall visit Matheus and Constancia, then we shall head directly to Lady Rhiannon's manor. We shall kill two birds with one stone, so to speak." Guy suggested.
"I appreciate the suggestion, Gis, but, this will work best. You're taking Luke with you, and I'm taking Ancel with me."
"Ancel. Do you think that's wise, Cousin?"
"No, Gis. I thought we'd just ride over there to wreak havoc." Nottingham said sarcastically. He took a sip of water from his goblet, placed it back on the table and continued. "You seriously think I didn't give the matter consideration?"
"I wasn't suggesting — "
"Ancel has formed… some kind of bond with Rebeccah. She might listen to him more than me. So Ancel is going to approach her first, and I shall be there as backup. Does that answer your question?" Nottingham replied as his eyebrow shot north.
"Aye. And where will this lady servant go?"
"Don't worry. It's covered."
"Right. Do we have a few moments before Luke and Ancel join us? I'm assuming they're meeting us here?" Guy asked.
"Yes. Is there something on your mind, Gis?"
"Aye. My lady had some questions for me last night. I kept her at bay, but, just warning you she will likely be pressing Lady Rhiannon." Guy hinted.
"Oh? About what?"
"You didn't notice this yesterday because you weren't in the field of vision, but, when you introduced your lady to the Madam, Madam Birghiva gave Lady Rhiannon a wink. Naturally, Meridwyn has been questioning that. She is certain they know each other and can't understand why."
"I see." Nottingham said as he walked over to the window. He gazed outside at the pouring rain. "What did you tell Meridwyn?"
"She said she asked Lady Rhiannon about it, and your lady replied that they had run into each other at the market once. I suggested perhaps Lady Rhiannon had admired something the Madam was wearing or something trivial like that."
"Really, Guy?" Nottingham asked as he turned to face him.
"It caught me off guard, Cousin. I don't even know how they would know each other — except you hinted to me that you wondered if Lady Rhiannon was the one who hired Celestria to visit you. You never did speak of it ag — "
"Did I?"
"Yes. You mentioned that you thought you'd figured out who sent her to you. It was the morning I returned from Portsmouth and was reporting to you." Guy explained.
"Right. I do somewhat remember speaking to you about that. It was a… difficult time."
"With all due respect, it's not like everything has been a barrel of mead for a long while, Cousin. There's been a number of obstacles, but, we keep moving forward. With the steadfast love of our ladies backing us."
"Thank Zeus for that, Gis." he nodded as he moved closer to Guy.
"Cousin? Was it Lady Rhiannon who hired the consort to visit you? You never did say, to be frank."
Nottingham sighed.
"That is correct, Gis."
"I see."
"But, it's not my story to tell your wife. It is Rhiannon's decision about how much she wants to share. I shall tell her of Meridwyn's suspicion, but, I shall let my lady handle it. We are both endeavouring to put that chapter behind us and move onwards toward our nuptials. You understand?"
"Of course, George. I just thought you should know so you could prepare Lady Rhiannon."
"Good. I will speak to her when we return."
"Very well, Cousin. Shall Luke and I meet you back in here when we have returned?"
"Yes. Oh, and keep on eye on the lad."
"Cousin?"
"Surely you weren't blind to the signs that he and my new hire were giving off yesterday, were you, Gis?"
"Uh… I wasn't paying that much attention to them when Luke was present briefly at the start of the meeting, truthfully. I was preoccupied, wondering where you were going with the meeting."
"They're smitten with one another, Gis. Damn it to hell! How will we get anything accomplished with one of a few of my top men being led astray by… her?" the Sheriff exclaimed in frustration.
"She is the younger of the two, George. Can she really lead him anywhere?" Guy pointed out.
"She was… is a consort, for the love of Zeus, Guy. She knows all about charm! Luke is smart, but, I get the sense when it involves matters of the heart he is naive, and susceptible to manipulation."
"Hmm. A problem indeed, Cousin." Guy agreed.
"We can't let this happen, Guy."
"You did hire the consort?" Guy reminded him.
"Both are skilled at what they do. Let's just observe them for now. Pay attention to Luke today. Anything he says. His demeanour. You know the drill." the Sheriff said with a knowing quirk of his brow.
"Indeed, Cousin." Guy nodded.
Just then the sentry announced the arrival of Luke and Ancel. The Sheriff beckoned for them to enter in.
"You wished to see us, Milord Sheriff?" Luke asked as the two men approached the Sheriff and Sir Gisborne.
"Yes. My Lieutenant and I have some business to attend to at two separate locations. Luke, you shall accompany Guy to the Busby farm. You will be showing them the sketch of the prisoner. We've reason to believe Busby and his wife have recently conversed with him." the Sheriff instructed him.
"Very well, Milord." Luke nodded.
"And what is my task, Milord?" Ancel asked.
"You're coming with me. We are going to Lady Rhiannon's manor." Nottingham said with a knowing gaze.
Ancel swallowed.
"Surely… you don't need me for that. Do you, Milord?" Ancel asked, hoping the Sheriff would sense the pleading look in his grey eyes.
"More than you know."
"Err… I don't know if that is such a good — "
"It is the best idea, Ancel. I need to bade Rebeccah warning. She might heed your words more than mine." Nottingham said.
"I don't know about — "
"You're coming with me, Ancel. This is not a request. It's an order." the Sheriff said, firmly.
"Very well, Milord." Ancel relented. He looked downward and shifted in discomfiture. He hadn't spoken to Rebeccah in awhile. He doubted she would listen to anything he had to say at this point, except, there was clearly nothing he could do to avoid this.
"When do we leave, Milord?" Luke asked.
"We're leaving now." Nottingham said with a nod to all three men.
"Milord, if I may? What is it we must warn Rebeccah about?" Ancel asked.
"I shall brief you on the way there." Nottingham said. He turned to his Lieutenant. "Be very direct with the Busbys. Unless the prisoner was lying through his teeth, he told Ancel he has spoken to them. We need to know what was said, and why they would tell him anything."
"It shall be done." Guy nodded.
Luke looked to Ancel.
"When did you speak to the prisoner about this?"
"Long story. We haven't time now, but I can fill you in later." Ancel said.
"Right, men. Let's be on our way." the Sheriff said.
They nodded and followed him out the door.
The Sheriff and Ancel were nearing their destination. The familiar manor was visible just seventy or so yards away. The Sheriff slowed his horse to a cantor and Ancel followed suit.
"Milord, how do you wish to handle this? And what am I to warn her about?" Ancel asked.
"I will stay back out of sight of Rebeccah. I shall give you a few moments and then I shall join you. I've good reason to believe that she is in danger if she continues to stay here."
"From what? Or, whom?"
Nottingham sighed. "You're going to find this out sometime and you might as well hear it from me. There is one in my counsel who can… see future events."
Ancel looked at him with his eyebrow quirked over his grey eyes.
Nottingham chose his words carefully. Until Ancel was fully vetted by the Sheriff of Hampshire he preferred to be guarded with him.
"There may be danger coming to Lady Rhiannon's home. My counsel saw Rhiannon, and described Rebeccah being present with her at the time of the event."
"What?"
"It's true. We must keep them safe."
"Of course, Milord. I would strongly agree, but… what shall I tell Rebeccah? How will I convince her to believe she is in danger?" Ancel asked.
"That, I'll leave to you."
"Milord, you already have one of your men assigned to protect her and the manor. How shall I make her believe?" Ancel asked.
"Consider it a challenge."
"And where shall she go?"
"I've got that covered. She will be given a room at the castle; and just to remind you, you won't have time to wine and dine her." Nottingham said.
"Of course, Milord." Ancel said.
"You go on ahead. I shall be close by. There's a large oak tree on the edge of the property. I'll secure my horse there and wait in the wings for a time."
"Very well, Milord." Ancel agreed as he kicked his horse into a gallop.
Some moments later Ancel suppressed a gasp when she opened the door. He was expecting the guard to greet him, but, he guessed that Rebeccah insisted. She wore a wine coloured high collared gown, tiny buttons dotted the bodice save for the top few that were unfastened. Her shiny dark hair was fashioned in a loose ponytail that was off to the side. She appeared as if she was interrupted during her chores. She narrowed her soft brown eyes upon him as she spoke.
"Master Aleyn. What a surprise." Rebecca's said with some trepidation.
"Yes." he nodded.
"Whatever you're here for, I'm not interested." she said as she began to shut the door.
He gently grabbed her free arm, and moved in to block her from closing the door.
"Aleyn, what are you doing?" she exclaimed.
"It's Ancel. My real name is Ancel." he said quietly.
"Naturally!" she huffed. She turned to her left. "James? We've got a live one over here!"
Officer Curran was quick to respond.
"Look, man, I don't know who in the devil you are, but you are not welcome here. I am one in the Sheriff's Black Knights. No one is permitted entry by order of the Sheriff. Do you understand?"James stated, firmly.
"Good! I understand perfectly, because… so am I." Ancel said.
"What?!" both James and Rebeccah asked simultaneously.
"I am the Sheriff's newest recruit." Ancel said.
"Ha! Right. You're full of codswallop, lad. Get lost!" James shouted.
"I'm not. I'm one of the Black Knights, as well." Ancel said, unfazed.
"Tell me another story! Where is your uniform then?" James demanded as he took a firm grasp on the hilt of his sword.
"He's lying, James!" Rebecca exclaimed.
"It is being made for me." Ancel replied.
"And, I'm to trust you? A perfect stranger I've never laid my eyes on before now? Right. You are not permitted entry, now or ever! Get lost before I run you through!" James bellowed as he drew his sword.
The three of them were so busy talking over one another, their raised voices joining in with the cacophony of the lashing rain and wind, that none of them noticed the Sheriff approaching. He stood a few feet behind Ancel and cleared his throat.
James and Rebecca stopped talking and regarded him curiously. Then James spoke.
"Thank God. You couldn't have chosen a better time to visit, Milord. This fool is trying to gain access! Shall I detain him for you?" James asked.
"No. Instead you shall let us both inside. We need a word with you both."
"What?" James exclaimed. He noted the Sheriff's expression then conceded. "Very well. Do come in."
Once inside the Sheriff turned to Ancel.
"I take it you didn't get very far, lad?"
"Affirmative, Milord. Not far at all." Ancel sighed.
"What in the devil?" James asked in astonishment as he looked to both of them.
"Milord, what is the meaning of you bringing your prisoner to this manor?" Rebeccah asked bluntly.
Nottingham quirked his brow at her.
"Just about everyone in the Village saw him being led through it last Wednesday by a small group of your Black Knights. Including me. He was clearly detained, the only man walking with rope tied around his wrists, led by one of your men on horseback." Rebeccah said.
"Yes. Well, things took a dramatic turn during his interrogation." Nottingham replied. He turned toward James. "James, I'd like you to meet Ancel Ward. He is the newest recruit to the Black Knights and has joined the ranks as investigator."
"Say that again?" James said with a curious quirk of his brow.
Both James and Rebeccah were visibly astonished.
"You heard me." Nottingham said simply.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, James." Ancel said.
"Right." James muttered. He looked to the Sheriff. "What is this about?"
"We shall try for the short version. Be seated and we all shall talk." the Sheriff said.
"I shall get us some tea." Rebeccah offered, grateful to have a reason to leave the room for a few moments.
"Forget tea, Rebeccah. You better make that something stronger — for the lot of us. Got any mead?" James inquired.
"No, but, there is wine." she said.
"Make mine a double pour." James quipped.
"I'm serving us all a double pour, I promise you." Rebecca said flatly with a knowing look before leaving the room.
At this point in time Sir Guy of Gisborne was knocking on the door of the large farmhouse which was located outside of Nottingham Village on the route to Sherwood Forest, with Officer Luke waiting beside him. A few moments later the door was opened by the man of the house. The tall man with tanned skin and shoulder length chestnut coloured hair regarded them curiously.
"Good morning, Sir Gisborne." Matheus Busby greeted him. "Are you here about my taxes? I have already paid Gregor — "
"No. This is Officer Luke of the Black Knights." Guy said while nodding to Luke. "We need to have a word with you and your wife. May we come inside?"
"As you wish, Sir. Do come in." Matheus said as held the door open wider for them.
"I need to show you something. We've reason to believe you've spoken to — "
"Sir Gisborne? What brings you by? Is this about the Sheriff and Lady Rhiannon's wedding?" a slender blond haired maiden suddenly appeared beside Matheus.
"Good day, Constancia." Gisborne said. He gestured toward Luke while maintaining eye contact with her. "This is Luke, he's one of the Sheriff's men."
"Good day." she nodded.
"Pleased to meet you, Madam." Luke said with a bow of his head.
"What can we do for you?" she asked.
"I have a portrait drawing I want you both to take a good look at. We've reason to believe you both have spoken to him recently, and we need to know everything about it in your own words." Guy explained as he reached into the pocket of his surcoat.
"The man is a prisoner, and he is charged with a serious crime." Luke added.
"Very well." Matheus agreed.
Guy produced the document and unfurled it, handing the sketch to Matheus. Constancia stood close beside him as they studied the drawing together.
After a few moments Matheus held it out to Guy and spoke.
"I'm sorry, Sir Gisborne. He doesn't look familiar to — "
"Wait a minute!" Constancia exclaimed as she grabbed it from her husband's hand and looked at it further. She narrowed her eyes a moment. "We did speak to him, Mat! Don't you recall? At the market."
"Let me see that again." Matheus said, taking it from her.
Constancia Busby looked to the Sheriff's Lieutenant.
"I'm quite certain we did speak to him, Sir Gisborne. The man — is he very short? He was dressed like a monk." then she looked to her husband. "Don't you recall, husband? After he left us you remarked that he reminded you of a potato."
At this point Luke couldn't help but chuckle. That was exactly how Alex characterized him.
Guy looked down to conceal his grin.
"Ah, yes. Quite right, my dear! A most peculiar fellow." Matheus agreed. He looked to Gisborne. "He asked about the Sheriff's wedding. Said he had some brew to bring to the celebration; and asked for directions to Lady Wordsworth's manor because he said he lost his map, and he had gifts to deliver there from the Abbot to mark the occasion of the wedding."
"Oh, this isn't good, Sir Guy; and, I'm not being funny about it." Luke muttered.
"Indeed." Guy sighed. He looked to Matheus. "So, you didn't think it odd that gifts would be sent to her home rather than Nottingham Castle? And, let me guess… he didn't offer up a name of the supposed Abbot."
"I… uh… " Matheus stammered.
"It made sense to me, so I directed him to the manor." Constancia said.
"Oh, Stanzi… " Matheus sighed.
"A very. Bad. Idea." Gisborne sighed.
"But, he is imprisoned, is he not? It's not like he can get to it now. Right?" Constancia asked.
"He is, but, until he is properly dealt with there's always a concern." Guy said.
"He seemed so… pious." she murmured.
"He seemed right peculiar to me. As if the Sheriff would want ale at his wedding feast. Something an ordinary bloke would order up at the tavern." Matheus sighed.
"So, you did question it?" Luke asked.
"Of course, but he was quite a talker and rather convincing. I wasn't going to share where Lady Wordsworth's manor was located, however."
"But, I did. I thought it was lovely he was delivering gifts there. I knew it would put a smile on Lady Rhiannon's face when next she visits there. She hasn't been to her manor in awhile, as the word is she hasn't been well of late." Constancia explained.
"She is faring much better now." Guy said.
"Why didn't you say something when you were questioned by Duke Farnsworth and Officer Adam? They were here days ago looking for him. Surely, you recall?" Luke questioned.
"We didn't see him until after that time, and didn't make the connection or I would've reported it. He was… somewhat disguised, you see. About as disguised as one with his distinguishable features can be." Matheus said.
"Understood. In future it is best to not reveal the address of anyone in the Village to a perfect stranger, no matter how innocent they appear, for everyone's safety." Guy said with a knowing quirk of his brow.
"Understood, Milord. You're quite right." Matheus nodded.
"Forgive me. It is my fault alone that this happened. I should have known he was fibbing." Constancia sighed.
"It's fine, Constancia. You're not in trouble, but, we do appreciate your cooperation in the matter. We shall see you next at the wedding in a fortnight, unless we think of something else to ask about the matter." Guy said.
"Of course, Sir Gisborne." Matheus nodded.
"I'm looking forward to it." Constancia smiled.
At Lady Rhiannon's manor the four of them were seated in the sitting room. Rebeccah and Officer James we're taking generous swigs of wine from their goblets, while the Sheriff and Ancel showed much more restraint.
"You need to take it easy on that, James. You're still on duty." Nottingham reminded him.
"Yes. Quite right, Milord. Forgive me. I'm just a little — "
"Shocked? Yes. It was a first for me, as well. I've never heard of it happening where a prisoner became one of the top men in a Sheriff's militia, but, here we are. So far I'm quite pleased with Ancel's performance and look forward to introducing him to noblemen at the wedding, and especially, Prince John." Nottingham stated with a satisfied smile.
"I thank you, Milord Sheriff." Ancel said quietly.
"Not King Richard, Milord? I assumed he was invited, as well?" James asked.
"Yes. He was invited, but, he sent word that he has another engagement that day. A shame, really." the Sheriff said with a knowing smirk which only James saw. In truth, he only invited the King because it was expected of him. He was relieved the King had declined, however.
"Ah, yes. Quite right. Indeed, a shame." James nodded.
"Oh, please. You can't be serious, Milord? He was playing me. Probably playing you, too! Rebeccah interjected.
"Actually, Rebeccah, I was not." Ancel said.
"Oh, he was playing someone, but, it wasn't us, Rebeccah." Nottingham hinted.
Rebecca gave a curious look to the Sheriff, then turned toward Ancel. "You must have been reporting back to the outlaw about the goings on here, we're you not? That man knows all about — "
"He knows nothing, Rebeccah. Except I may have mentioned your name. He has never seen you to my knowledge, and he knows not of the location of this very manor." Ancel said.
"What? This is ludicrous. You consorted with him!" Rebecca challenged.
"That's what we thought, too, Rebeccah. Just listen to him for a moment. Trust me, there is very good reason why I hired him. He was put through a vigorous interview process." Nottingham said.
"I can imagine!" James said. He turned to Ancel. "Any scars on your back as a result of that?"
"I was not tortured, nor was I placed in the dungeon." Ancel replied.
"What?… How?" Rebeccah asked.
"Look, Rebeccah. I told the man what he wanted to hear. He thought I was going along with him because I was playing a part. I played the part of a malleable, illiterate fool. In fact, I was gathering information of his treacherous plans to present to the Sheriff to stop him. He does not know about this manor. He knows nothing of the location, what it looks like. All he knows is that Lady Rhiannon has a manor, and that a woman named Rebeccah runs it in her absence. He would never be able to identify you, nor this manor." Ancel explained.
"You should have broken free of the man a long time ago." Rebeccah huffed.
"I couldn't, Rebeccah. He was planning something terrible. I needed to gather the facts and present them to our Sheriff in order to stop him. It was crucial."
"Our Sheriff? You're from the south, are you not?"
"Yes, and now I serve him. He is my Sheriff now, as well as yours." Ancel said.
"And what was that between us, then?"
"A pleasant distraction from having to align myself with… my former friend."
"I see. A distraction… " Rebeccah muttered.
"Look, we're getting way off course here. You two will need to sort this out on your own, except, do keep in mind that Ancel has a very important position in my militia." Nottingham said with a quirk of his brow.
"Indeed." Ancel agreed.
"That may be, but, what is it I can help you with now, Milord?" Rebecca asked.
"Yes. Surely it wasn't to regale us with the story of how Ancel came to be one of your men?" James added.
The Sheriff nodded, then looked to Rebeccah.
"You are in danger here, Rebeccah. You need to come with us." Nottingham said abruptly.
"What? Are you here to take me as your prisoner? This is just like when your men arrived at the Dubois manor three years ago to take Lady Marian as prisoner. Her lady servant, Sarah, was a good friend of mine., and I was there at that time — covering for Sarah." Rebeccah scoffed.
The Sheriff felt his throat go dry at the mention of Lady Marian.
Ancel looked upon them both with piqued curiosity.
"No. This is nothing like that at all. I can't go into detail, but, this manor is a target. That makes you a target, and my lady should she happen to get the foolish notion to disregard strict orders to the contrary and pay a visit here." he explained.
"You cannot be serious, Milord?" Rebecca asked, incredulously.
"I am. Deadly serious."
"Who shall look after this place? For how long must I be away from here?" she asked as she took the opportunity to take a few sips of the wine. She needed it to stay her frazzled nerves.
"James will still be stationed here. You shall be away for the foreseeable future." he said.
"Fine. I shall stay at Nottingham Inn. It's not too far from — "
"No. You shouldn't be there alone, and I can't protect you there. You shall be given quarters at the castle." the Sheriff said firmly.
"Milord?"
"Trust me, Rebecca. This is best. I suggest you pack your things. You are coming with us to the castle today." he said simply.
"I suppose you're enjoying this?" Rebecca remarked to Ancel.
"This has nothing to do with me, Rebeccah. The Sheriff has a strong suspicion about the danger to you staying here right now. If you're in danger it's imperative you are removed from the threat." Ancel said.
"What threat? What on earth is going on, Aleyn… I mean, Ancel?" Rebeccah blurted.
Ancel looked at her and shrugged slightly.
"Look, Rebeccah, I don't know how to make this more clear to you. This is not a joke, and it's not a trick. We need to get you the hell out of here, however. You shall have fine quarters, I promise you. I'm not here to arrest you, or treat you as a prisoner. I am bringing you to my castle to keep you safe." Nottingham said firmly as he stood from the chair.
"I see." Rebeccah conceded.
"Gather your things at once." the Sheriff ordered her.
Rebeccah sighed. "Very well, but, I do not like this." she said.
"You'd like it even less if imminent danger stared you in the face in this home and there was no way of escaping it. Trust me on that." the Sheriff said emphatically as his eyebrow shot north.
She nodded and left the room to gather her belongings.
After she made her exit, James cleared his throat and then proceeded with questions.
"What's this about, Milord? I think I can guess where this news came from." James asked quietly, hinting at Mortianna being the messenger. He didn't wish to speak her name, in case Ancel did not yet know.
"Your guess is correct." Nottingham sighed and began to pace a little. "It has to do with fire. I don't know how it starts, but, my lady and Rebecca were seen together, trapped by this fire." Nottingham said.
Ancel managed to conceal a gasp.
"And you think it happens here?" James asked.
"From what was described to me about the surroundings, yes."
"Milord? This counsel of yours who… sees things, how accurate are their visions?" Ancel asked.
"The predictions over the years have near perfect accuracy. It's been invaluable to me with many matters." the Sheriff said.
"I see." Ancel swallowed before continuing. "That was his plan, as you know. He wanted your lady, and my Rebeccah dead. He wanted to kill Lady Wordsworth with… fire." he said quietly and looked downcast.
Unbeknownst to them, Rebeccah was standing near the entrance to the sitting room with her portmanteau in her hand. A part of her warmed to hearing Ancel refer to her as "my Rebeccah", but she tried to push it away. She wasn't sure if she could trust him now. Was he ever really truthful with her in the past? And what's this about a fire?
"My counsel couldn't see anyone else present. It would be difficult for him to achieve that since he is currently chained in the dungeon. As I said, I don't know how it starts."
"How long before you let her return here?" James asked.
"I don't know, James. Until the tides turn, or the stars align, I imagine. My counsel will inform me when it's safe to do so. We need to keep these ladies safe, and you need to keep guarding this manor." the Sheriff said, firmly.
"It shall be done, Milord." James nodded.
"Good."
At this point Rebecca made her entrance to the sitting room. Ancel arose and walked toward her, taking her portmanteau from her.
"I am ready, Milord." Rebeccah said.
"Good. You either ride behind me upon my horse, or you ride with Ancel. Your choice."
"I choose you, Milord." she said.
"Right. Then we best be on our way." he nodded. He then looked to James. "You know the drill. You shall remain stationed here until further notice. I shall keep you apprised as things develop."
"As you wish, Milord." James said. He turned toward Ancel. "I, uh… I'm sorry we got off to a bad start, Ancel. You must be a hell of a bloke to have caught the attention of his Lordship. I look forward to working with you in future."
"I appreciate that, James. It's fine, no need to apologize. You were performing your sworn duty. I'm getting accustomed to that sort of reaction now." Ancel said as the two men shook hands.
"You've met most of the men by now?" James asked.
"Indeed. All the ones who count." Ancel grinned.
"James, if you notice anything suspicious, get word to me at once." Nottingham said.
James nodded, then watched as the Sheriff, Ancel, and Rebecca left him there alone, and still rather stunned by the most unexpected turn of events.
When they returned to the castle sometime later, the Sheriff directed Ancel to escort Rebeccah to her room, after he cautioned her to remain there until he could talk to her further.
"Wait? So I am being kept… imprisoned, so to speak?" Rebeccah said. It was more of a statement than a question.
"No, but, I do have a few rules I need to share with you first before you decide to go wandering about. Just get yourself settled in. I'll have some refreshments sent to you, and I shall see you again shortly." Nottingham said.
Rebeccah sighed.
"Very well." she said, then followed Ancel toward the staircase.
The Scribe found him as he was walking toward the Council Quarters.
"Milord, you just missed a messenger. He left this scroll for you." the Scribe said as he pulled it from the pocket of his cape and handed it to the Sheriff.
"What's this about?" Nottingham asked.
"I imagine it's to do with your wedding. Take a look at the seal." the Scribe said.
Nottingham looked to the scroll in his hand and turned it so the seal was facing toward his line of vision. He smiled.
"Ah, yes. Quite right. That must be it." a beat. "Has Gisborne and Officer Luke returned?"
"Not at the moment, Milord, but, I expect they shall arrive soon."
"Send them to the Council Quarters when they return, forthwith."
"Very well, Milord." the Scribe nodded in obeisance then went on his way.
Nottingham closed the doors behind him then walked over to the table, placing the scroll upon it. He poured some cool water from the pitcher placed there into a goblet, took a sip, then seated himself. He broke the seal, unfurled the scroll and began to read. It had been some time since he'd received correspondence from him.
He smiled as he read the first part, then he began to slightly frown.
"Wait… he is on his way here… already? What… how am I to keep him entertained for nearly a fortnight?" Nottingham whispered as he scanned the document one more time.
Ancel opened the door of the vacant rooms and led Rebeccah inside. He placed her portmanteau upon a table for her. She looked around the opulently decorated quarters, pleased with the accommodations, yet still quite bewildered by the turn of events. She looked toward Ancel.
"A… pleasant distraction, correct? That's it? Kind of like this change in accommodation, though I'm still trying to decide if it's pleasant or not. So far, I'm just getting a bad taste in my mouth." Rebeccah sighed.
"Yes, my dear. Our visits were the only thing I looked forward to. The one bright spot that kept me in line." Ancel said.
She looked at him, rather bewildered by his words. Was he attempting to be kind?
"Well, look at you now? Your future seems loads brighter now, as it turns out. I hope you're not playing games with the Sheriff, Aleyn… Ancel!" she muttered in exasperation. "I might not agree with most of his methods, but he's… a much better leader than he once was, and he's good to Lady Rhiannon; however — he does not tolerate games."
"There is no game, Rebeccah. Not working for him, nor the moments I spent with you. You shall see." Ancel said quietly then turned and exited the room.
Rebeccah watched the door close and stood a moment, contemplating his words, wondering if all of this was real.
The sentry announced the Sheriff had company. He was expecting it to be his Lieutenant and Officer Luke. Instead, Lady Rhiannon entered the meeting room.
"My lady, I'm glad you came by." he said as he arose from his chair and walked toward her to greet her.
"I wouldn't normally interrupt, my love. I saw you come in here, and the guard said you were alone." Rhiannon said, as he took her hand and kissed it.
"Is everything alright, my dear?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. Everything is going smoothly." she smiled.
Ha! That's what you think! he concealed a sigh.
"I just met with Galfrey. Everything is coming together nicely with the flowers for our wedding. I'm most pleased! It's going to be grand." Rhiannon exclaimed excitedly.
"That is good news, indeed." he smiled. He cleared his throat before he continued. "Have you spoken with Lady Meridwyn today?"
"No, I haven't. Why?"
"She caught the wink of recognition that Madam Birghiva gave you yesterday during the introduction part of the meeting."
"Oh, that. She already asked me about it. I told her I'd run into Madam Birghiva at the market."
"She's not buying it, Rhiannon. You'll have to think of something. She spoke to Guy about it, and he mentioned it to me. Consider yourself forewarned that she's not letting it go."
"Very well. I should have known. She is perceptive. I shall think about it before she questions me further."
"A wise decision, my angel."
Rhiannon noticed the scroll on the table behind him and nodded toward it.
"What's that about? Anything important?"
"Funny you should ask." he sighed.
"Not bad news, I hope?"
"Well, yes… and, no." he replied evasively.
"George? Can you share it with me?"
"Oh, yes, my angel. I must! You need to be prepared." he hinted.
"What is it, my love?"
"My lady, we will be having company soon. Not just anyone, either. It's one of the wedding guests, Rhiannon. It's fine, I was looking forward to seeing him. It's just that… "
"It's what, George?"
"This… guest is arriving here quite a bit sooner than expected. From what's written here, he shall be arriving in the next day, possibly two days from now."
"What?" Rhiannon asked.
"My lady… you don't know the half of it. You better sit down. I shall pour you a goblet of water. You might as well know this right now." he said.
"Are they staying in the castle, my love? The rooms are rather full at the moment, are they not?" Rhiannon asked as he pulled out a chair for her.
"Yes, they're completely full. I doubt he'll wish to stay here, he has property in the shire. However, you still need to prepare." he inhaled a breath. "Thank Zeus you know some French… " his words trailed off.
"Whom is it I must prepare to meet, George?" she asked with a quirk of her brow.
"Go ahead, my angel. Read the scroll." he said.
Sometime later in the early afternoon Rhiannon was seated outside on a stone bench in the covered area between the two wings in back of the castle. She pulled the hood of her black velvet cloak over her head and was just about to open her book when she heard Meridwyn's voice calling to her.
"I should've known you'd be out here. The rain is lashing and yet, here you are, nonchalantly sitting outside as if it's an ordinary day, about to read your book." Meridwyn said, shaking her head as she moved in closer to Rhiannon.
"Why is everyone so afraid of rain? Well, except for George. It's normal in this country, Meridwyn. Just get used to it." Rhiannon sighed.
"It would be fine in the month of July… maybe, but, it's near Samhain and it's cold." a beat. "I can't believe you're still reading that book."
"It's good. Rather engrossing." Rhiannon said.
"You seem preoccupied, honey. Is everything alright?" Meridwyn asked.
Rhiannon looked to her friend, then beyond her to the roses still holding steadfast at the garden wall. She wanted to share what she knew, but, he told her it wasn't her place.
"Perhaps I should warn Meridwyn, George? She will want to know this, too, so that she can prepare herself." Rhiannon suggested.
"No, my lady. Let's leave that to Guy. I am expecting he and Luke to arrive here shortly with a report for me. I will notify them both at our meeting. This changes the guards' assignments, too. Including Luke's." he said, firmly.
"Yes, Meridwyn. Everything is alright; except, I didn't wish to get into it yesterday when you asked me the question of how I knew Madam Birghiva. The timing wasn't right."
"Because Isabelle was nearby." Meridwyn surmised.
"Yes. She and Robert are rather straightlaced. They'd probably be mortified." Rhiannon said.
"Yes. I figured that. Either that, or it was too shocking to mention." Meridwyn said.
"Well, I suppose it is, but, I think you would understand."
"Good. Then make it fast, honey. It's freezing out here." Meridwyn said as she pulled the edges of her emerald green velvet cloak closer about her.
"I did run into Madam Birghiva at the market once, but it was after I had met her." a beat. "Thank God I did see her that day at the market. Because then I was given the whole truth of the… matter." Rhiannon began.
"The truth about what?" Meridwyn asked curiously with a quirk of her brow.
"The truth about George's love for me." Rhiannon said quietly.
"Uh… what? You needed the Madam of a brothel to confirm that for you? I could've told you that… we all could have. Rhiannon… what?"
"Here. Have a sip of water from my flask, Meridwyn." Rhiannon said while pulling the flask from the pocket of her cape and passing it to her. "You might need it."
"Alright?" Meridwyn shrugged as she took the flask.
"I don't want my brother and sister in law knowing this. I'll never hear the end of it. You understand?"
"Of course, my dear. Come, let's hear it."
"Right. Well, it all started when George and I had that huge quarrel. When Robert and Isabelle were held prisoner, and the wedding was called off. I decided to test George's love for me, so I… " her words trailed off.
"Rhiannon! You didn't? You hired a courtesan? For… George?" Meridwyn asked incredulously while taking a sip of cold water from the flask.
"Yes. I'm ashamed to admit it, but, I hate lying to you as to how the Madam and I were acquainted with one another, so, here goes… "
The Scribe answered the summons quickly and was directed inside the Council Quarters by the sentry.
"You wanted to see me, Milord?" he asked.
"Yes. About that scroll you gave to me. You were right about the seal. He shall be arriving in a day or two." Nottingham said as he walked toward him.
"Oh. Most unexpected." the Scribe frowned.
"Start preparing the staff. There shall be no slacking off, and everything needs to be in top condition." the Sheriff directed.
"As you wish, Milord. I shall start spreading the word now." he nodded and exited. As he left, Gisborne and Luke entered inside the meeting room.
"Back so soon, I see?" Nottingham remarked facetiously as he walked toward them.
"It's not exactly the most pleasant weather to travel in, Cousin." Guy said.
"I'll say! You're dripping, Gis." he sighed. "What news? Did you see them?"
"Yes, we interviewed both of them, Milord Sheriff." Luke nodded.
"And what did you learn?"
"They spoke with him at the market, sometime after they were first questioned by the Duke and Adam. They didn't recognize him as an outlaw." Guy began.
"He was dressed as a monk. It was reported he gave a story about planning to deliver ale for the wedding celebration." Luke added.
"Interesting. Anything else?"
"Aye. You won't like it." Guy said.
Nottingham's eyebrow shot north as he regarded Gisborne curiously.
"He also said his Abbot… " Guy hooked the first two fingers of each hand in the air at the mention of the title. "… was having him deliver wedding gifts to Lady Rhiannon's home, but — "
"He claimed to have lost his map and asked for directions to it." Luke continued.
"Oh, splendid! And, they obliged, I take it?" Nottingham asked while shaking his head.
"Constancia gave him directions. She was pleased your lady was receiving gifts. She said she thought it would cheer her." Guy sighed.
"Great. I wonder if he made it over there." the Sheriff pondered.
"Well, I'm sure that James, or Rebeccah would have mentioned it when you saw them today, Cousin." Guy said.
"True, and neither of them did." he said.
"Is everything well at Lady Rhiannon's manor, Milord?" Luke asked.
"Yes. Rebeccah is getting settled into her quarters here just for the time being. We won't be mentioning this to my betrothed yet, however." the Sheriff cautioned.
"I see. Very well. You have my word, Milord. No one shall know." Luke nodded.
"Good." the Sheriff said. He took a breath then continued. "Now, gentlemen, we have another matter to discuss. I was going to grant you a day off on the morrow, Luke, but this changes things a little."
"What's come up, Cousin?" Guy asked curiously.
"I'm just going to let you men read this." he said. He walked over to the large table and grabbed the scroll. He handed it to Guy while Luke stood beside the Lieutenant as they both read it.
Luke raised his eyebrows when he saw who sent the missive.
"Well, he's a little early for the wedding, isn't he?" Guy remarked.
"Indeed." Nottingham frowned.
"I imagine he'll keep himself occupied in the coming days, though, with hunting, and most likely a bit of — " Guy was interrupted.
"Gambling? Yes, we all know how he likes to dabble in that." Nottingham said with a knowing quirk of his brow.
"And women." Guy added.
"Ah! Except, he is wed now, Cousin." the Sheriff chuckled.
"Sure." Guy smirked.
"What is it you wish to assign me, Milord?" Luke asked.
"I'm going to have you and your comrades reunited at the portcullis, Luke. You shall be there with Drake and Adam. Just for the next couple of days. I've got Alistor manning the dungeon with Mordrid for the time being, so he's not with Drake. After a few days, you and Adam shall take turns with dungeon and portcullis duty with Mordrid and Alistor." Nottingham said.
"Alistor?" Luke asked, curiously, while shaking his head.
"Alistor. Albert. I can never remember his name. You know the one."
"Alfred." Guy and Luke corrected him in unison.
"Right." Nottingham sighed. "The point is that you and your comrades are the best choices to be the first of my men to be seen at the portcullis. It's looking like tomorrow or Friday will be the day of his arrival."
"As you wish, Milord. We shall be ready. Should one of us escort him into the castle upon arrival?" Luke asked.
"Yes. I want you to do it, Luke." he said.
"I'm one of your newest recruits, though, Milord Sheriff?" Luke reminded him. He didn't wish to steal the moment away from Adam, or Drake.
"That is true. But, it's also true that my two newest recruits are part of a very exclusive club that makes you both my top men. Ancel is too new, and the only other choice is Mordrid. I have Mordrid assigned to a very important task, however. We have concerns that the prisoner may be planning an escape."
"Based on what he said to Ancel?" Luke pressed.
"That is correct, lad. You can do this. You are more than ready."
"As you wish, Milord Sheriff. I shall not disappoint." Luke nodded.
"I know you won't." Nottingham said as he gently slapped Luke's shoulder. "Now go, and spread the word amongst the men about the impending arrival of our distinguished guest. Everyone needs to be on their best behaviour." he instructed.
"Very well, Milord." Luke nodded before he left the meeting room.
"Did you notice anything different about him?" the Sheriff asked Guy as he nodded to the door immediately following Luke's exit.
"No, Cousin. Nothing. He never said a word about Floria and was focused on our task."
"Good. I'm pleased to hear that. Perhaps he was listening to me when I cautioned him about it?"
"I don't know a great deal about him, just that he performs well, and your approval is important to him. He has my approval now, too. I think that says a lot about him." Guy said.
"Yes. That was one of the best days when Luke showed up to deliver a message to me." the Sheriff agreed.
"Indeed. Even if I disagreed at the time." Guy said.
"You best inform Lady Meridwyn of the impending arrival, Gis." the Sheriff advised with a knowing glance.
"Of course. I'm not concerned, however. She won't be fussed about it."
"How is that?"
"She's met him before. Not long after I began courting her. She managed well." Guy nodded.
"I don't remember that." the Sheriff said with a shake of his head.
"You were rather busy at the time, Cousin."
"Indeed. Speaking of which, our prisoner better not be plotting something. Not the kind of impression I want to make while we're playing host to our guest." Nottingham said with a knowing quirk of his brow.
"That's why we're closely observing him. He's under constant watch, and Joseph inspected his cell this morning." Guy said.
"Good. Continue with that until further notice."
Guy nodded in agreement.
Isabelle was surprised to see her sister in law at her door when she answered the knock. She looked to Rhiannon's arms, wondering about the variety of fabrics draped across them.
"Do come in, Rhiannon." Isabelle smiled as she beckoned her inside. "What's this?" she asked, pointing to Rhiannon's arms.
"Just a couple of gowns I'm loaning to you. You'll be needing them in the coming days." Rhiannon said, as she laid them over a chair.
"But, why would I need to borrow your gowns, dearest? I have plenty of my own." Isabelle pointed out with a quirk of her brow.
"These were made by Madam Oberon. You'll be glad of them. You see… one of the wedding guests is arriving to the castle. He sent word to my betrothed. He's expected to arrive either on the morrow, or Friday." Rhiannon explained.
"Right. So… my gowns aren't up to standards, I suppose. Whom is the guest?" Isabelle sighed.
"He's a nobleman. Don't worry. The gowns are not too fancy. Trust me." Rhiannon smiled.
At this time Rebecca was holding her door open for the Sheriff.
"Is everything to your liking?" Nottingham asked.
"Yes. When can I step out of here?" Rebecca pressed.
"I don't want her to know you're here for the moment. It will just raise her suspicion and alarm her." he said as he folded his arms.
"I see. So, I'm to remain in these rooms, then — like a prisoner." Rebeccah sighed.
"These quarters are a far cry from my dungeon." he said firmly.
"That may be, but, you're telling me I shall have no freedom of movement."
"Just for a few days, then we shall work something out." he said.
"Fine. As you wish, Milord. I don't understand any of this for the life of me, but, very well." she shrugged.
"Good."
"Did you seriously hire Ancel to join your Black Knights? Or, is that only what he thinks?" she asked, curiously.
"He is one of my men now, that is true. One of my top men, in fact. I told you this already."
"You did, but, I wondered if it was a ruse on your part."
"No ruse, and it's no trick. It is fact." Nottingham said with a knowing quirk of his brow.
"And… you're satisfied with him so far?" she asked.
"More than satisfied." he said.
"I see." Rebeccah said.
Her words betrayed her because she didn't understand it at all. How could a man go from prisoner to one of the Sheriff's top men overnight? She had a number of questions for Ancel, but she doubted she would get the chance to ask them now.
The heavy rain and brisk autumn winds continued as the sky grew darker. Even though the day was winding down the castle was in a flurry of activity. Staff were busy sweeping, scrubbing walls, floors, and polishing wood. Jean Louis was keeping the kitchen staff busy with food preparations. The Sheriff's men were at the ready and on their guard.
The Sheriff sat in a chair in the den, sipping his brandy. He let the amber liquid warm him, and felt his stress begin to melt away. He was looking forward to seeing his old friend, but, the man could be exhausting at times.
